More dream weirdness for your entertainment

Dream 1
In my dream John and I were with some other folks who were going to see Tim Reynolds. One of the girls had a secret "in" on where to go to catch Tim before the show so we could meet him. For some reason to do this we had to crawl way up inside the ceilings of a building, like an attic within an attic within an attic. Each level just had the square attic access opening, and I remember at one point looking down through one and it was like 30' down to the floor (don't ask me *how on earth* we had gotten up there mere moments before). I remember having anxiety because now suddenly the dogs were with us and I was worried one of them was going to fall through the opening.
--- Dream 1 fades ---

Dream 2
Me and someone else (John?) were being hunted by terrorists. It was raining out and everyone had umbrellas. There were some people helping us try to escape (like underground handlers, trying to direct us to safety). The key tips our handler gave us to recognize the attackers were "they will have umbrellas (super helpful), and they will be eating noodles." We sat huddled in capes to shield us from the rain, we were leaning against a wall. I was trying to use my cape to hide from any attacker eyes, and just happened to also be eating noodles (like Pho) that I was trying to shield from the rain (seriously, what is with the noodles? not enough carbs in my diet lately?). The person with me (John?) was sitting to my left and Gene Simmons was sitting to my right. We were very closely huddled together in a big line of people sitting against the wall in the rain. I remember at one point thinking that the person I was with was annoyed that I was too close to them while eating my noodles, so I leaned closer to Gene and noticed how much his hair is like a brillo pad.

(insert alarm clock here, which is the only reason I remembered these!!)

OK, where is Freud when you need him? What does this all mean? I told you, my dreams are crazy...

Strange dreams

I need to get in here more often and record them! Last night it was two insect related dreams: First, I had some honeycombs with honey in them and was trying to figure out how to clean them out and use all the honey, etc. I had them in the house. For whatever reason they were in a bowl covered with saran wrap (presumably to keep bugs out). When I opened it up and started examining some of the comb, a ton of bees flew out into the house. I haven't posted this on my other blog yet, but Charlie (my Welsh Terrier) is deathly allergic to beestings, so it was very traumatizing and frightening! I had the idea to pour out some honey, thinking that the bees would all be attracted to it and would be busy with that versus flying around stinging me or the dogs. Not sure what happened, the dream fades from there.

The other dream last night was that I was visiting with my sister, and for some reason I was doing something in her room (which may actually in my dream have been my parents' room where I grew up). I noticed one of the cats (not sure whose cat or what cat, I didn't recognize it, but it seemed to be their - my sister and brother-in-law's - cat) batting at a huge scorpion (6-7" long!). I tried to stomp it and somehow it ran up on the bed and was in the comforter toward the bottom of the disheveled bed. I finally found it and smashed it, and I remember thinking, "I need to strip the bed now since it has gross dead scorpion bits on it." Dream fades.

Two nights ago, my first full night back from TX where my dad has been sick and I've been spending a lot of time with my sister, I dreamt that I got a call from my boss and he was telling me that they were hiring my sister on in a Director position and she was going to be my boss. I was livid, both with him and with her. I remember in my dream yelling at her, asking why she hadn't even talked to me about the fact that she was applying for this job (she said some lame excuse like she knew the title related to my department, but she wasn't *sure* that it would be the same group I worked in). I was so mad, I remember wracking my brain about how I was going to have the conversation with my boss that it was either her or me, essentially - that if she came on board I'd be moving to another position ASAP. Dream fades.

Strange, strange thing dreams are. I'm sure there are psychological implications of all of this stuff. If you have any thoughts, let me know!

Interesting

It seems that if, when you first wake up, you make an effort to remember what you dreamed about, you will!

So, yesterday morning I remembered two dreams. One fairly normal, and one REALLY ODD! (I seem to have odd dreams a lot, by the way).

One dream was about teaching the Junior Master Gardener class. In my dream it was totally disorganized and chaotic, and we kept skipping steps or getting things wrong in general. Typical anxiety dream, as I taught the actual class this evening!

The other dream was the odd one. It was something about being in the living room of a house for sale, and in the middle of the living room was this double wide casket (yeah, you think *that's* weird), and in the casket was this (alive) guy in a suit, with a cat in a costume. All around the casket were cats in costumes (see?!). I asked the guy what was going on, and for some reason he didn't want the house to be sold, so he said something along the lines of, "usually the cats in costumes make them leave pretty quick." Yeah. That's all I remember. Strange.

I remembered last night's dream when I first woke up this morning, but now I can't recall it. I may need to start making initial notes in a notebook by the bed so that I don't lose them!

Dreams

I often don't remember my dreams. Sometimes when I do remember them, they are so disconnected from me and my existence that I wonder if they are somehow remembrances of past lives, psychic connections...

I have dreamed of being a small boy about to be killed by my drunk father.

I have woken from a dream speaking a language I don't know.

I have dreamed about hearing a tornado siren going off and waking me up all night long, on the night that tornadoes were ripping through a town 15 miles away (there are no tornado sirens in my town, by the way).

I have dreamed (experienced?) a presence interacting with me while I lay in the bed (a cat, jumping up on the bed and curling up next to me, when there was no animal in the room), and heard a woman speak my name (woken up, terrified, finally brave enough to turn the light on to an empty room).

Most times, I don't remember my dreams.

Often, I dream a mundane dream about my significant other cheating on me / announcing they are leaving me (over, and over... and over).

I had a recurring dream as a child about being abandoned by my sister.

Dreams are often the land of fears. Maybe I am glad to not remember.